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@Nissa: There used to be a bar that would do Friday night showings of The Big Lebowski on their projector and sold white russians in the city I used to live in (which still might be going on, cause I haven't been there in almost a decade). Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes… Oh, and this is Nissa’s player. Just thought I’d show that The Big Lebowski even inspired the name of a Col. Greer-level NPC.
Brother Seamus sees our heroes are feeling a little overwhelmed. "Relax, man. I'm-a Brother Seamus." He congratulates our heroes on a job well done, then says, "Five grand. Each. My people already transferred it to your accounts. Merry Crystalhue." Apparently, he's loaded and thinks nothing of funding do-gooders like you. No wonder Caledon didn't explain his boss. The man is certifiable, but whatever his motives, our heroes' good deed for the day paid off. Anna, von Heat Miser, Brian (the Monk, not the baby or his dad) and a few others gather around our heroes, congratulating them and thanking them for saving Rooftopolis—and saving Crystalhue!
Once Seamus is finished with his breakfast, he, Manny and Silkwork talk for a while. In a quiet moment between other heroes' and ex-slaves' conversations, the host addresses all of his guests. "I'm going to help Silkworm reach out to King Lewy. I don't know him on a personal level as she and her nagaji followers do, but the ladies want to reach out to him. And certainly, Lewy does have a right to know about his son's death—" He emphasizes, "—which is the Prince's own doing. Regardless of the attack you carried for the Nelsons, the Prince became the animated dead beast others would have become, including our nagaji friends, had things gone according the Prince's plan... whatever it was."
Brother Seamus watches with admiration as the little gnome casually lifts more than her own weight.
"Honestly, the wheelbarrows and bags with a big green G on them were just for show. My people can make a bank run, if you prefer." To Sabs, he adds, "Or you can keep the coins on you. I'm guessing it would take a lot more than that you weigh you down." He pours himself a bowl of Nutri-Man Cereal, not bothering to elaborate on his implied challenge to encumber a gnome with gold. It's hard to know whether this is an intentionally-dramatic pause, especially given his next words: "Watch this." He pours milk into his Nutrition-Man Cereal. "I could walk away for an hour, and it would still stay crispy." Rainbow streaks start to form in the milk as food coloring bleeds out of the marshmallows. "The kids love the colors, but rainbow milk kinda freaks me out." He pulls up a chair and apparently intends to finish the whole bowl before he says another word.
At Brother Seamus' mansion, our heroes are provided with hot baths, clean robes and pajamas, and there are maids and a butler to escort our heroes to a long table where a complete breakfast awaits: orange juice, milk, coffee, tea, bread, toasted and untoasted, white and wholegrain, a variety of fruits, and at each end of the table and the center as well, unopened boxes of Nutri-Man Cereal. As drinks are being poured, a muscular but pot-bellied middle-age man enters the room. He appears to be wearing a pink mask at first glance, but in fact his bald head is permanently discolored from burns. The spiral on his forehead is the result of a branding iron. Yet the man is cheerful. He smiles pleasantly and raises up his hands as Jitterbug looks like she's about to rise to greet her host. He says to all his guests, "Relax, man... I'm-a Brother Seamus, and I really dig your work. You get the thousand for the job like my Nelson boys promised ya!" He hefts a bag of coins onto the table, then adds more saying, "Plus another eight hundred for keeping the girls alive, and six more for the sleeping dock-boys. And what the hell? Another hundred for not inadvertently getting some Joe Schmuck on the street killed with a stray bullet or crashing puke-bird. So that's a nice, round twenty-five." He snaps his fingers. Maids enter, each with a shiny wheelbarrow with bags of 2500g. "Each," Brother Seamus adds.
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